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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Highland Hellion Spotlight Tour!

Title: Highland Hellion

Author: Mary
Wine

Pub Date: June
6, 2017

ISBN: 9781492602507

KATHERINE CAREW:

· Illegitimate daughter of an
English earl

· Abducted to Scotland at age
14

· No family, no reputation...

· No rules

ROLFE MCTAVISH:

· Heir to an honorable Highland
laird

· Can’t believe how well tomboy
Kate can fight

· About to learn how much of a
woman she really is

Scotland is seething with
plots, the vengeful Gordons are spoiling for a fight, and the neighboring clans
are at each other’s throats. All it takes is a passionate hellion with a
penchant for reckless adventure to ignite the Highlands once more.

Marcus eyed his wife, crossing his arms over his chest and
facing her down, as was his fashion. Helen’s eyes narrowed. “Ye heard me
clearly, Wife.”

Helen scoffed and settled her newest babe into its cradle
before she turned on him while pulling the laces on her dress tight. “What I
heard was that ye seem to think what a woman does with her day is easier to
learn than a man’s lot.”

Marcus frowned. “Do nae go twisting me words.”

“I should have had charge of her years ago if ye wanted her
trained properly in the running of a house,” Helen continued. “Ye are the one
who allowed her to be a lad.”

“And for good reason,” Marcus answered back. “She’s English.
Ye know how often ye have heard curses against her kin, and I assure ye, I have
heard three times as much because the men do tend to mind their tongues around
the women in the hall.”

Helen had finished closing her dress and settled her hands on
her hips. “As I said, I do nae know what ye expect me to do with her now that
ye’ve let her run wild for the past six years. She’s twenty now.”

“I know.” Marcus’s control slipped, allowing his exasperation
to bleed through into his tone. “She’s a woman, and yet she was intent on
riding out with us last evening.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Helen replied. “Why is it a
concern now?”

Marcus’s jaw tightened, and his wife read his expression like
a book. There was no point in trying to keep the matter to himself. He let out
a soft word of Gaelic.

“We went out and lifted some of the Gordons’ cattle.”

His wife stiffened. The Gordons hated the MacPhersons and would
spill blood if they could. Old Laird Colum Gordon wanted vengeance for the
death of his son, Lye Rob, and the old man didn’t seem to care that Bhaic
MacPherson had killed Lye Rob with good reason. Lye Rob had stolen Bhaic’s new
wife, Ailis, and no Highlander worth his name was going to let a man get away
with that. Nothing seemed to matter to the old laird of the Gordons except
vengeance.

Marcus knew he was playing with fire by going anywhere near
Gordon land. Needling the local clans was one matter; going onto Gordon land
was another altogether because it might get him killed. His wife was going to
tear a strip off his back for chancing it.

“Damn ye, Marcus,” Helen berated him. “So, ye are still
acting like a child?” She pointed at their son. “And what will become of the
children I bear ye if ye get yer throat slit?”

Marcus only lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Ye know it will
nae come to that. The Grants took some of ours last month. It’s just a bit of
fun.”

Helen made a soft sound. “With the Gordons, it is very
different. Which is why ye do nae want Katherine along. Do nae think to pull
the wool over me eyes.”

Marcus opened his arms in exasperation. “Aye!” He snorted.
“There, I’ve agreed with ye. And ye would have a place if I were to pay for me
choices in blood, so do nae insult me by asking such a question. Now tell me ye
will take her in hand.” He made a motion with his hand. “And teach her…what a
woman should be doing with her time.”

Helen wasn’t pleased, and as she looked at her baby, worry
creases appeared at the corners of her eyes.

“I love ye, Helen, but ye know full well what manner of man I
am.” He pulled her close, wrapping her in his embrace. She settled for just a
moment, inhaling the scent of his skin before she pushed against his chest and
he released her.

“Aye, well,” Helen said softly. “At twenty years of age,
Katherine has decided what sort of woman she is as well. Something ye have
allowed. Now ye expect me to be the one to destroy her world?”

Marcus’s expression tightened as he
crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll have words with her.”

Acclaimed author Mary
Wine has written over 30 works of Scottish Highland romance, romantic
suspense and erotic romance. An avid history-buff and historical costumer, she
and her family enjoy participating in historical reenactments. Mary lives in
Yorba Linda, California with her husband and two sons